Date: Fri, 14 Mar 2014 22:18:47 -0400
From: Mike Tonio
Subject: bottom jock
Warning: The following contains material of an Adult nature, specifically
gay male on male interaction. If you are offended by such material or
underage or live in an area where accessing such material is illegal, you
MUST stop reading NOW.
By Tonio. (matoni@hotmail.com)
(If you like the following real story, please e-mail me at
matoni@hotmail.com. This story was told to me by one of my Pakistani
friends. He swears it's true, only the names have been changed.)
Just a few weeks after I joined Nawabshah University and started living in
a student residence, a new roommate was assigned to our room. My other two
roommates were like me, we had specifically asked for studious and quiet
roommates on the initial room assignment forms. In other words, we were a
room of nerds.
The new roommate, however, was a real jock. His name was Sattar, and he was
built like the proverbial brick shithouse. He came from the hinterlands of
Sindh somewhere and grew up on a farm. He was attending Nawabshah U on a
volleyball scholarship. Unfortunately, his grades were falling. His
volleyball couch assigned to our room, in the hopes that he would stay away
from his buddies. Perhaps the couch also hoped that his new roommates would
help him in his studies, so Sattar could keep his scholarship.
I was a skinny short little geek at the time, and admired Sattar's
magnificent physique very much. Volleyball is a very physically challenging
sport, and requires stamina, muscle and endurance. Sattar's biceps seemed
thicker than my thighs, and his body tapered from a brawny chest to a flat
six pack. He wasn't conventionally handsome, but I liked his homely face
with the snub nose and cropped black curls. He liked that I helped him
with his work a lot. Every evening he would return after practise, and I
would then sit with him to help him with his assignments and courses. The
other two roommates hated Sattar, called him loud and obnoxious – never
in front of him, they were not that crazy - and stayed more and more out of
his way. Sattar and I became somewhat friendly, and I even sometimes hung
out with his friend as well, other guys into sports, a rowdy bunch.
However, I had nothing in common with any of them, so we just met
occasionally.
One fine summer day, I was swotting up for a test, and Sattar had to play a
match, so we stayed in the residence when our other roommates had gone home
for a holiday. Sattar came back from his match all exhilarated. After the
rest of the team left, Sattar, as usual, changed under his towel. However
today was different, as he had taken off his trackies, and, turning away
from me, dropped the towel with a "whoops!"
I looked up from my books and he was bent over picking up the towel, and he
still had his jock strop on, outlining the firm muscular cheeks of his
ass. He picked up the towel, but didn't wrap it around himself, saying with
a cheeky grin, "Well, you've already seen it, so why hide it?"
I teased him back, "well, if you will frame it for view, you can hardly
blame someone from looking!"
"It is great, isn't it," he said, "watch me." He turned back around, facing
the other way, and began to flex his ass muscles. Wow, it was HOT. His butt
was sexy as hell, and my cock became hard as a rock. I had little
experience so far, the most I'd done was rub cocks or mutual jackoffs with
friends. Sattar's butt seemed to attract me, I wanted to be buried inside
those twin mounds.
"Put your tongue back it, it might fall off!" Satter grinned as he moved
towards me. Now that he was facing me, I could see the pouch of his
jockstrop bulging obscenely as his cock attempted to escape the confines of
thick cotton. When Sattar was near me, he turned around again, and wriggled
his butt practically in my face. "Feel it, Zulfi, see how hard it is..."
Timidly, I reached out as though in a dream, and grabbed his butt. The
thick muscles felt like warm velvet covered wood. I rubbed each buttock and
squeezed them together and separately. Sattar's breathing grew deeper and
deeper. "Damn, your hands feel good... wonder what your cock will feel
like!" he said.
"My cock??" I stuttered.
"Don't you like my ass? You can fuck it, you know, and I trust you that you
won't ever tell anyone." Sattar said roughly. He turned back around and
grabbed my cock through my jeans. "See, you are hard, you do want my
ass... come on fuck me, buddy", he said gleefully.
"Uh..." was my contribution.
Satter impatiently unbuttoned my jeans and tugged them off together with my
underwear. He grabbed my cock again and massaged it rather roughly. "Wow,
Zulfi, for a small guy, you sure have a big one!"
Not for the first time, I was proud of my genes, I might not have a big
muscular body, but I had a real big, thick cock. It is slightly curved
upward, with a mushroom head that's even thicker than the shaft. Sattar
seemed to love it as well. "What a big fat cock, fuck me, I can't wait!" he
exclaimed as he stripped off his jock, lay back on his bed, and raised his
legs practically to his shoulders. His asshole winked at me.
"Put something slick on, Vaseline or something, there's a good chap" he
instructed me. I got up from the desk, grabbed the closest thing in my
closet, a bottle of lotion, and rubbed a handful onto my cock.
I manoeuvred myself between his legs, and positioned my cock at his
asshole. The tip sank in.
"Ooohhhh" both of us groaned in unison. Sattar's asshole was slick and
tight, and I gently slid all the way home. "Fuck, yes!" Satter
said. Obviously his asshole was no virgin, he had been well-fucked in the
past. "Yeah Zulfi, that's it, slide it in and out, deep fuck me, take me
rough, I like it rough, do it buddy.." he moaned.
I started moving in and out steadily, and slowly increasing the speed of my
thrusts. Pure heaven! I was fucking a jock, a manly muscular sportsman, and
he was loving it. He loved my geek cock in his asshole. The very idea made
me hotter and hotter. Sattar jacked off his cock in time with my strokes,
and for the first time I looked carefully at his hard bare cock as it slid
wetly through his fingers, not a bad size, but I felt a frisson of pride
that mine was much bigger and thicker.
I started fucking Sattar brutally – every stroke HARD, slamming into
him. My sweat was flying every time our bodies collided, my huge horsecock
relentlessly pounding into his fuckchute. His moans were louder than ever
before.
I could see Sattar's face as I fucked, he was moaning in ecstasy, as I
slammed into him even harder, fucking him fast and furiously. I finally
punched it inside deep as it go and held it pressed inside when I finally
came inside the hot jock. I made as to withdraw, but Sattar wrpped his legs
around my waist desperateey
"Don't take it out, for the love of god, don't take it out..." he moaned as
he jacked himself faster and furiously. I pressed my huge cockhead into him
as he swore, jacked his cock even more roughly and shot his load all over
between our bodies.
After several minutes of deep breathing, Sattar finally groaned and opened
his eyes. "Wow, that was good, real good."
As my cock pulled out of him, he groaned again. "Zulfi, you fucked me like
no one else could have..."
I felt proud as hell.
Satter pulled himself free, and rummaged around till he found a t-shirt. He
wiped my cock off first carefully and gently, then cleaned himself
up. "I'll have to do the laundry early tomorrow, can't have those two
creeps getting their nasty eyes on this" he said, indicating the soiled
shirt.
"If they do, they'll think you fucked me" I joked. "Nobody could believe
such a guy like you would ever take it up the ass!"
"WOOOOO FUCKING HOOOO," he said loudly, pumping the air with his fist.
Part 2
Satter and I got together many more times, he loved getting fucked, and his
rough voice as he begged me to keep my cock inside him was one of the best
feelings. We were careful not to take any risks, though, so it was hard to
find opportunities and I had to jack of almost every night, just thinking
of his tight ass wrapped around my dick.
Several months later, Sattar came down with acute gangrenous
appendicitis. He was taken to the emergency and was operated upon. His
family arrived and while the rest of them stayed in a motel, his older
brother Razzak, a couple years older than Sattar and me, about 20 or 21,
stayed in Sattar's bed in our room. His brother was also into volleyball,
and was also on a sports scholarship to the University of Sindh, in
Jamshoro, a town about 120 kilometers from Nawabshah where Sattar and I
studied.
Razzak was much better looking than his brother, and had the same built
body. He was taller than Sattar as well, so the muscles looked even better
on him.
Sattar wasn't discharged from the hospital when the next weekend came, so
his brother stayed still in his room. I also stayed over the weekend as
usual, to do some studying.
Sattar's older brother, Razzak came back from the hospital in the evening,
and said, "Well, as your roommates are gone for the weekend, it's just you
and me!"
"Yup" I said, still studying at my desk.
"I'm tired and can't bother to look for a towel. Would you mind very much
if I changed without it?" he asked politely.
"No, go ahead," I said, "I won't look."
"Well, if you won't look, you'll miss a real hot view," Razzak said in a
seductive voice, "You SHOULD look..."
I turned around and looked, Razzak was naked with his behind towards me,
looking over his shoulder and grinning cheekily, just like Sattar had, that
first night long ago.
"See how firm and sexy it is," he said, before flexing his ass, "Don't you
just want to touch it, take it for a test drive?"
"Oh boy, here we go again..." I thought as my cock swelled instantly. It
knew what was coming, another jock ass for it to fuck...